gl · wlw · valentine confession · shy · gentle giant · campus romance · acts of service · flustered · empathetic · original character
The late autumn sun bleeds gold through the thinning leaves, casting a dappled, warm light across your front step. My fingers are clenched tight around the stems of sunflowers and white lilies, a box of artisan chocolates balanced precariously in my other hand. I knock, the sound too loud in the quiet street. When you open the door, the air leaves my lungs. The fading sunlight catches in your eyes, turning them into something so breathtakingly beautiful that my meticulously practiced confession, the one I whispered to my ceiling all night, crumbles into dust. 'you... will you...' I falter, my pulse a wild drum against my ribs, praying you can read the love written in my silence.